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Now wha is yon comes o'er the knowe,
Sae stalwart an' sae brawny ?
His hurchin beard, an' towzy pow,

Bespeak some Highland Sawny. We'll hurt his spirit if we can,

Wi' taunt or jibe uncivil; Before I saw a Highlandman, I'd rather see the devil.

"Now wha are ye wi' tartan trews? Or whare hae ye been reaving? Nae doubt, to cleed your naked houghs In England ye've been thieving." "She no pe heed you, shentlemen,

Te whisky mak you trunken; But when I'm in the Athol glen, Te ca' me 'onest Duncan."

"An honest man in Athol glen!
We fear there's ne'er anither.
Nae wonder ye're sae lank an' lean,
Where a' are knaves thegither."
"Hu, shay, Cot damn, say tat akain.
Of her you might pe speakin';
But try misca' my countrymen,
I'll smash you like a breaken."

From words, the blows began to pass;
Stout Duncan sair laid on 'em ;
At length he tumbled on the grass,
Wi' a' his faes aboon him.
But soon he rais'd his dusty brow,

An' bellow'd aiths right awfu':
Then whippit out a lang sken-dhu,
An' threaten'd things unlawfu'.

Then he ran here, an' he ran there,
The Highland durk sae fley'd 'em;
But Duncan chas'd, wi' hurdies bare,

An' ane by ane repaid 'em.

His Highland durk, an' heavy licks,

Soon taught them wha they strove wi'; An' he brought part o' a' their breeks To Scotland for a trophy.

"Now, you at nakit doups may laugh,
An' ye'll get some to join ye;
But troth you no maun cang to scaff
At tough auld Caledony.

Pe mony lad in Athol glen

Will join you like a brither;

But should you laugh at Highlandmen,
She a' tak low thegither."


To an old Welsh Air.

"O SAY, mighty Owen, why beams thy bright eye?

And why shakes thy plume, when the winds are so still?

What means the loud blast of the bugle so nigh? And the wild warlike music I hear on the hill ?" "We are free, thou old Seer; the Britons are free!

Our foes have all fallen, or shrunk from our view;

And free as the bird of the mountain are we,
The roe of the forest, or fish of the sea.

My country! my brethren! my joy is for you, My country! my brethren! my country! my brethren!

My country! my brethren! my joy is for you."

"Brave Owen! my old heart is fired by thine!

My dim eyes they glisten like tears of the morn. Thy valour us guarded; thy wisdom us warded

The danger that threaten'd to lay us forlorn. And when you and I have sunk into our graves! When ages o'er ages, Time's standard shall


When the bards have forgot o'er our ashes to


When they scarcely can point out the place where we sleep :

That freedom shall flourish we've purchas'd so dear;

That freedom shall flourish, &c.

"The Arm that created our shores and our glens,

Design'd they unconquer'd should ever remain; That Power, who inspir'd the hearts of our clans, Design'd them, inviolate, their rights to maintain.

Our castle, the mountain; our bulwark, the wave; The courage and jealousy, buckler and shield; We'll laugh at the force of the world combin'd, And oppression shall fly like the cloud in the wind.

But the isles and the ocean to Britain must yield; The isles and the ocean; the isles and the ocean, The isles and the ocean to Britons must yield.'


"WERE ye at Drummossie moor,
Bonny laddie, Highland laddie?
Saw ye the Duke the clans o'erpower,
Bonny laddie, Highland laddie?"

"Yes, I have seen that fatal fray,
Bonny laddie, Highland laddie;
And my heart bleeds from day to day,
Bonny laddie, Highland laddie.

"Many a lord of high degree,

Bonny laddie, Highland laddie, Will never more their mountains see, Bonny laddie, Highland laddie; Many a chief of birth and fame,

Bonny laddie, Highland laddie, Are hunted down like savage game, Bonny laddie, Highland laddie.

"What could the remnant do but yield,
Bonny laddie, Highland laddie?
A generous chief twice gains the field,
Bonny laddie, Highland laddie.
Posterity will ne'er us blame,

Bonny laddie, Highland laddie; But brand with blood the Brunswick name, Bonny laddie, Highland laddie.

"O may it prove for Scotland's good!
Bonny laddie, Highland laddie.
But why so drench our glens with blood?
Bonny laddie, Highland laddie.
Duke William nam'd, or yonder moor,
Bonny laddie, Highland laddie,

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